Sunday, July 03, 2005

190. in a handful of dust




Tiger, tiger
burning bright
in the forests
of the night
I am not
afraid
of you,
you magnificent
dangerous
beast ;
instead, I am
afraid
of civilised people
in suits
with blue and red
neckties:
after all,
how many of us
can
tigers kill?
and for all
your fearsome
rows of teeth,
brother shark,
the same
thing
goes
for you.